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[Verse 1: Offset]
Swim in that water like Phelps
Too many chains on my neck I got welts
Run up them racks do my reps
I drop a four in that wheel
She on my dick for my wealth
Shooters they move in stealth (shh)
Shh, quiet as hell
We with the patek
Glacier, glacier, glacier
Vanilla wafer this not the fugazy (ice)
Glacier, froze, taser
Put this stick in his mouth give him a facial
Five mil what it’s worth on appraisal
Rock a by baby
Get fed to the sharks and the gators
That’s what you get you fugazy
A forehead sit on my naval
I put a hole and hand me a bagel
Spin in that pot like a tornado
El Gato keep it like a gato
Birds in the bando send him that claco
Shoot a f*ck nigga with
I don’t shoot accurate when I shoot drakes
Stuffing a brick in the inner tube yeah
I got me a plug in Maco
I keep a quarter mil stashed in the bed
Giving my bitch a new makeover
Keep my feet up in the mattress
Tuckin’ my shirt in I tell that bitch hey hoe
I turn my bitch to a J Lo
They know, they know, they know

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Huncho
Don’t f*ck with no lames nigga (no lames)
Get in your lane nigga (skrr)
Flooded my chain nigga
Then I Huncho the Range nigga
All of a sudden, sudden, sudden
All of a sudden, sudden, sudden, sudden
These niggas mean muggin, muggin, muggin, muggin,muggin, muggin
Trappers start gunnin’ drummin’
Niggas start runnin’, runnin’
Your bitch keep comin’ comin’ comin’
Cus she like money money
And trap me a bong
My coupe too fast like Sonny (sonny)
I put a bag on her arm (arm)
Then I take her on a trip across the country
[?] shoot like a troop (pew)
Shoot like I play for the Duke (shoot)
Givin’ my hit-man a boot (shoot)
Come back and thumb through the loop (go)
Don’t f*ck with that bitch, Betty Boop (bitch)
She finesse you and f*ck up the coupe (jug)
You know what to do let up the rounds, make it run bullets and call it the-

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Can’t f*ck with the lane ’cause he dirty
I can not kick it like rugby
I got the socket so plug me
Solitaire, chicken Mcnuggets (solitaire)
Makin’ that pie in the oven
Super bad call me McLovin’ (Superbad)
Ain’t budgin’ f*ck up the budget
And I keep the hand I can’t touch this
Quavo might drop and go grocery shoppin’
Nigga broke out with the buggies
A gnat, or more like a fly they be buzzin’
That’s how your bitch, she be bugging’
Attach to me like the shirt on my back
She keep tellin’ me she love me
The rats on me put a ten on your hat
Might drown in this water I’m flooded